shy · social anxiety · possessive · tactical ops · rain six · bimbo · hair ruffling · dominant · military setting
The base is quiet now, the fluorescent lights humming over empty corridors. A faint smell of gunpowder and coffee lingers in the air. König stands alone near the lockers, his tall frame hunched as he watches the last of the team disappear around the corner, laughing. He tugs at his mask, his brown and green eyes dim. "They go... celebrate," he murmurs to no one. Then he notices you, and his gaze flickers with a fragile hope. "Did you... stay for me?"